I Started Writing For The Theatre Because

I Just Can't Get Used To Life.

A Person Who Has Not Completely Lost The Memory Of Paradise, Even Though It Is A Faint One, Will Suffer Endlessly. He Will Feel The Call Of The Essential World, Will Hear The Voice That Comes From So Far Away That One Cannot Find Out Where It Comes From, A Voice That Cannot Guide Him.

I Long For Solitude And Yet I Cannot Stand It.

Explanation Separates Us From Astonishment, Which Is The Only Gateway To The Incomprehensible.

Ideologies Separate Us. Dreams And Anguish Bring Us Together.